Rain Bias: The Memory of You
You Again

I was thinking, it would be nice to see her again, right?

As if reading my mind, fate brought me back to that man. In the same place, the same atmosphere, and the same two people. Come to think of it, the amazing atmosphere surrounding him was still warm in my shadow.

Seeing the events that made me sleepless all night is now again present in my eyes, the drowsiness that enveloped since morning was gone.

She smiled kindly at me, "Hi Naura. Are you waiting for the bus too?"

"Ah," I woke up from the daydream. Turning my gaze away from her, I lowered my head while nodding.

So embarrassed.

How could I look at him again? Embarrassing, humiliating! Are there any rat holes around here? I want to jump in and hide myself right now!

"Hoaaamss.." I reflexively closed my mouth as it yawned widely. My glassy eyes made my vision blur. At that time I realized that my glasses were still perched on my nose. Just remember the lens is dewy.

While I was wiping the lens with my uniform, I was shocked to feel someone standing right beside me.

Then I jumped up and looked up at him. The man was also looking at me until our gaze met. How could he know if it was on the side?!

"You.." he was still glued to my face. Why didn't he take his eyes off?!

I was nervous when I saw his eyes as if I was analyzing my face blatantly. If he won't turn away, then I'll take my eyes off his.

"What-what?" I touched both of my cheeks, "is there something on my face?"

I glanced at him embarrassedly, he still remained faithful looking at me and leaning his body so that it was more closely noticed. I step back to avoid. "Why?"

The man nodded confidently. He looked astonished and at the same time as he thoughtlessly looked at me. What am I doing?!

"Your face.." the man reaffirmed his body, "it must be staying up again, right?"

"Huh?"

"Your eyes are beginning to take shape" said the man pointing at my eyes and then he shook his head slowly, "don't do that again. Start feeling sorry for yourself, Naura. You can stay up late, but not too often. Especially if you stay up late just because you play cell phones, at least keep your phone away from you an hour before bed so that your sleep is more quality." chattering vigorously give me advice.

I was stunned to look at him. "Ah. yea. Alright."

What is this feeling? Is this how it feels? When I went to the market and then suddenly made into gossip by the mothers of the complex that I do not even know.

But unlike the annoying gossiping sounds of complex mothers, the man's voice was very different. I admit, his voice doesn't upset me.

So what is this feeling?

"Did you come home late in the afternoon? I usually go home at this time no one is here" asked the man in a heavy but soft voice, at the right volume. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable and doesn't make it hard to hear.

I looked back at him again after winning. Geez, look at how my face is really my type. Moreover, his eyes, were extremely sharp, firm, and deep.

Not bored it feels like lingering staring at that black iris.

"I'm sorry, but I can't answer your question, Luthfi?" I said with a little question at the end. I doubt my memory, I am not a person who memorizes names of people who have just met.

Seeing her smile, it seemed like I did not wrongly call her name.

"Yes, Naura. You can't answer my question, no problem." The man took his eyes off me and stared at the rain-spot filled road that never stopped, "After all we just met yesterday, it's only natural that you're wary of me."

Right, I'm always on guard with other people. I didn't realize the habit, maybe it was my subconscious defense mechanism? I was just thinking about whether I was right to say his name or not.

But I also said something like that, huh?

I glanced back at the man as silence enveloped us. His last words were spoken slowly. I felt that there was a sense of loss in his tone.

Questions piled up in my mind. But my mouth can't say a word.

Ah, so it seems. I should have answered the question earlier. Maybe he was offended by my defensive remarks.

I want to apologize, "Permis-"

"Oh, my bus is coming." Now Luthfi looked carefree as if the sadness in her black eyes was just an illusion. Or perhaps, my minus eyes increased so that I could not recognize the expressions of others well. "I go first, Naura. See you soon."

The man got into the bus and went away from the bus stop. Somehow, the bus that leads to my residential street has also come.

I don't have time to think about what he's saying right now. But as I sat on the bus and stared at the view from behind the window, Luthfi's words flashed through my mind.

"See you later? What does that mean, I'll see her again?"

But how? Come to think of it, the boy's school was quite far away from this area. Why is he at my school stop and waiting for the bus?

I yawned slowly so my eyes started to glaze over. All right, don't think about him anymore. Now I must endure the drowsiness so that the stop in front of the complex is not missed.

Looking at the rainwater-strewn streets, I remembered something.

Umbrella.

I remembered that this morning I had put an umbrella along with a purse in the bag. But I kept unzipping the bag and looking for the whereabouts of those two important things.

Be met. My memory is right. Why do I always reflex to make sure again huh? I often have doubts about the information in my head. That's my memory, weird.

I sighed softly, hot steam formed from my mouth and spread in the cold air.

Come to think of it, today it feels very tired after a day of sitting in class. The most difficult subject today is imperial history.

Alongside the one-way learning applied by the teacher, I really did not like those subjects. Honestly, I'm sick of that stuff.

How not? My cousin who loved history always stuffed the material into my mind. It feels like there is no other agenda that the person does when playing at home.

"Ck, that shitty kid." My mood's getting worse thinking about my cousin. But the positive side is that I'm no longer sleepy. Even my eyes were burning with annoyance staring at the innocent streets.

Again I breathe. My mind is getting messed up. I don't want to think about anything else.

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I who was sitting relaxed on the sofa of the TV room was disturbed by the sound of the bell ringing.

"Snack! There's guests!!!" I shouted as I rushed to the stairs leading to my room on the second floor.

"Bukain was a napa, Ra?! Don't run to the camera! I'm still blender!"

Our blaring, earthy voice was clearly heard at home. I'm pissed off. On this beautiful holiday, I don't want to meet anyone.

Won't want me to come back down to check the door. Before opening the door, I saw my appearance. Blue pajamas with sleeves and trousers. My short hair was left untouched with the bando holding my long bangs. Yes it is safe.

I turned on the intercom near the door. Appeared a picture of a well-dressed woman of an office worker. "Oh, kirain who. Turns out brother-in-law," I murmured slowly.

Opening the door, I greeted the arrival of the sister secretary with a cheerful smile. "For Varsha's sister!"

"Bag, Naura. Please give this to Mr. Arief. Later in the night I will return to retrieve the signed file," said Kak Varsha without further ado and immediately completed his goal.

Already many years as the secretary of her brother, Sister Varsha still has not opened herself. Though he often came to our apartment but I don't feel close to sister Varsha.

Poor Brother.